Make Me Sharp

 

You said I would not last a single day,

You claimed I didn't truly understand,

You turned away so fast, and you were gone,

You never saw the way that I would grow.

Good.

Because I broke in silence, deep and cold,

Because I burned alone within myself,

Because the doubt you held was violence-

And fire is how I have been made so wide.

You called it rust. I recognized it as rage.

You saw me fall and then completely give in,

But I have built a blade from all this wreck-

From shattered parts I now will make a start.

You do not know the thing that you began,

You never, ever truly understood,

You thought you left me broken, battered down-

But I am nothing less than ironwood.

Strike me now. Break me. Drag me all the way

Through flames that shape exactly who I am.

Hit me. Scar me. I will surely forge

The edges to be sharpened and so strong.

I am not what you remember of me,

I'm not the soft and shining person then,

I am the edge. I am the glowing ember.

I am the very work the storm has done.

You did not see the moment when it shifted,

The very second weakness turned to might,

The instant all the pain became a gift,

And when the hardened steel rose in the night.

You were the hammer. Life itself was fire.

I was the metal climbing ever higher.

Now stand before the blade that you have made,

And look real close-see what I have become.

You do not know me.

You never saw me.

But I am transformed,

Because of you.

Circumstances decide

How sharp I rise inside.

Ruin became my art.

Steel lives in my heart.